From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 385: Nan Qiao, this Seductress!

Li Xia said with deep resentment and pain, "Mom, Nan Qiao, that bitch, is treating me this way to vent on behalf of her best friend."

"No matter who she’s venting for, we’ve still got to think of a way to gather evidence. Without evidence, we can’t deal with her."

Li Xia: "Then what should we do? Are we just going to let her bully us?"

Li Xia thought about the post she saw on social media. She pretended to be a business partner and added Li Yehan as a friend.

But now that things had spiraled like this, she was feeling extremely distressed.

Nan Qiao, that seductive fox!

"Xiaxia, calm down first. Don’t go head-to-head with Nan Qiao. If you don’t stir up trouble, I’ll be able to take care of things on my end."

"Mom, what do you intend to do then?"

"You don’t need to worry about that. Just stay in the hospital and recover obediently."

Li Xia didn’t reply. She wanted to see the results for herself.

...

Nan Qiao wasn’t aware of the social media post, nor did Li Yehan have Bai Family’s contact info.

Since no one from the other side had called yet, Nan Qiao headed to the bar that Hou Ze had mentioned.

Nan Qiao told Li Yehan she had things to take care of and went alone.

She took a car to the bar, and Hou Ze was waiting inside.

When he found out Nan Qiao arrived, Hou Ze held a wine glass in his hand, drinking, and gave Nan Qiao a signal with his eyes.

Nan Qiao noticed a middle-aged man sitting by the bar counter, drinking.

Nan Qiao sat at a spot not too far from him, making herself visible to him.

Sure enough, before long, he came over with a wine glass and sat opposite Nan Qiao.

"Miss, are you here alone?"

Nan Qiao curled her lips into a slight smile, her face both innocent and alluring, captivating anyone who laid eyes on her.

"I’m not alone; unless you think I’ve got a ghost sitting next to me?"

The man laughed heartily, "Funny, miss, you’re quite funny. You’re really interesting."

Nan Qiao smiled lightly, "Oh, really? Am I so funny? How come I wasn’t aware?"

"You’re hilarious—exactly my type. Miss, shall we have a drink?"

Nan Qiao’s gaze turned even more enchanting, "Why don’t we move inside for a drink instead?"

Nan Qiao pointed toward the direction of the restroom.

The man’s eyes lit up, "Alright, let’s go."

Nan Qiao put down her wine glass and followed the middleman inside.

The middleman pushed open the door to a private room. Nan Qiao hesitated at the threshold, and yet he pulled out a gun and aimed it at her, "Get in!"

With weapons now in the picture, Nan Qiao followed him in.

The middleman chuckled, "Now, tell me—who sent you here?"

Nan Qiao showed no fear, sitting confidently and relaxed on the sofa, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand a word."

"You deliberately approached me—you think I wouldn’t notice? Don’t underestimate men; our intuition is sharper than yours."

Nan Qiao stood up, walked in front of the middleman, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, "Middleman, when you betrayed Yu Meng, did you consider the consequences?"

The middleman shuddered involuntarily, looking at her in disbelief, "You’re Yu Meng?"

"Damn right I’m Yu Meng. Who paid you to dig up information about me?"

The middleman turned to flee, even though he had a gun in hand; he was terrified.

Who wouldn’t fear Yu Meng, the infamous witch?

As the middleman started to run, Nan Qiao launched a silver needle into an acupuncture point on his leg. He staggered and fell.

Nan Qiao picked up the gun that had fallen, sat back on the sofa, looking like she was interrogating a prisoner.

"Well, are you going to talk or not? If you don’t, I’ve got a hundred ways to make you spill. Don’t believe me? Try me."

Nan Qiao said this, and the middleman was petrified.

The witch’s methods—he knew them all too well.

"Witch...oh no, please, Auntie, what do you want to know?"

Nan Qiao stepped closer, sunk another needle into him, and sweat poured down the middleman. The pain made him want to scream, yet he couldn’t.

Nan Qiao withdrew the silver needle, "Speak—how did you find out about Moon Space One?"

The middleman didn’t dare hide anything and confessed, "I don’t know about Auntie’s experiments; someone paid me to track certain people. That’s all I did—I just took the money; I know nothing else."

Yeah, right—he knows "nothing."

Nan Qiao crouched, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into the back of the middleman’s hand.

The middleman: "!!"

"Auntie, I’ve told you everything is true! You know all I did was take money—I swear, I don’t know anything else!"

Nan Qiao: "You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin."

Blood flowed from the middleman’s hand, yet he cried, insisting he knew nothing.

Nan Qiao sent a message to Hou Ze, who disguised himself and wheeled in a garbage cart.

Nan Qiao said, "Take him back for interrogation."

Hou Ze smiled wickedly, "Taking him back works for me—I’ve just developed a few tools that will make him beg to talk. Let’s give them a spin later."

The middleman cried out in fear, "I’ll talk—I’ll say everything!"

"I have that person’s phone number—I’ll give it to you. You can track them yourselves, okay? They were the one who told me you have Moon Space One; that’s how I tried to coax you into sharing it."

Nan Qiao kicked him, "Coaxing? That was robbery! Can’t even get your words straight, yet you dare talk to me?"

"Auntie, I was wrong! It’s all my fault—I really know I was wrong!" The middleman pleaded.

With one look from Nan Qiao, Hou Ze dragged the man away.

"Auntie, I’ve confessed—why won’t you let it go?"

"Because you’re useless now."

With one sentence from Nan Qiao, the middleman fainted.

...

Nan Qiao obtained the contact number from the middleman—it turned out to be a space number.

Nan Qiao stepped out of the bar, Da Heiniu’s phone rang, and Nan Qiao picked up the call.

The person on the other end said, "You’ll need to go to the coffee shop at 105 Dong Hua Avenue now. Someone will contact you there."

Nan Qiao: "Alright."

Nan Qiao slung her backpack, entered the shopping mall ahead, and stepped into the restroom to change her appearance.

A moment later, Nan Qiao transformed into the image of Da Heiniu and rode off on a motorbike.

On the way, Li Yehan called repeatedly, but Nan Qiao didn’t answer. He kept calling persistently.

"Qiaoqiao, did you head out alone? Why didn’t you tell me—I could’ve gone with you."

"Li Yehan, I’ve already found Houzi and the team. It’s a minor issue, nothing for you to worry about—focus on your work."

"Qiaoqiao, give me the address. I’m coming over. I can disguise myself and promise not to blow your cover; I won’t interfere with your plan at all."

Nan Qiao knew she couldn’t stop Li Yehan and reluctantly gave him the location.

"Li Yehan, you mustn’t show up with your current face. You know how striking it is—it’s bound to draw attention and get you exposed."

Li Yehan: "..."

"Qiaoqiao, don’t worry. I promise I won’t ruin your plan. I’ll make sure even you can’t recognize me."

"I’m hanging up now." Nan Qiao hung up the phone.

She thought to herself, no matter how Li Yehan disguised himself, it’d be hard to hide his commanding aura.

Nan Qiao drove to the destination, first stopping at the coffee shop. She scanned her surroundings alertly, afraid of missing any useful clue.

Sitting inside, the waiter came over with a menu, "Hello, what would you like to drink?"

Nan Qiao replied, "Iced Americano."

"Alright."

A moment later, the waiter returned with an iced Americano.

As he set down the coffee, a colorless, odorless aphrodisiac sprayed onto Nan Qiao’s face.